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Gucci Mane

Richer Than Errybody

 

Richer Than Errybody

(album: Woptober II - 2019)


One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fucking errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stunting on errybody

Drive the Mclaren, I'm bending corners
I ride through the 6 with that burner on me
I'ma get that lil' bitch as if I want her
I'ma nut in that hoe like a sperm donor
Selling drugs, got the feds on us
Brand new XD with a beam on it
I'm lacing my blunt with that lean on it
Sipping dirty, it's clean then I don't want it
My pocket filled with them dead bodies
Young boy think he richer than errybody
Nigga play with my shit, I'ma red dot him
That nigga start snitching, the feds got him
Got a 8 of the Act in a baby bottle
Got a hunnid round clip on a wooden chopper
He got him a brick and he started whyling
He say he cook better than errybody
I'ma stay with a stick 'cause I know they watching
I'm dropping a bag on errybody
Got a bitch from the A with a wide body
I think that she fucking on errybody
To the day that I die, I'ma take narcotics
Bitch I'm catching a sale on a Palm Pilot
I need diamonds all over my fucking body
They keep fucking with me, I'ma see about it

One brick, he think he richer than errybody
Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fucking errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stunting on errybody

I'm from the Zone 6, so I seen a lot of dead bodies
They try and bootleg and they brought out all them dead bodies
I got so rich, them haters got a lot to say about it
These boys so broke, they need to go to church and pray about it
I bring that dope to Birmingham, then called it Gucci County
They put some money on my head but couldn't make the bounty
I was so fucking underground, don't even know how they found me
Feel like Obama when I move, 'cause I keep soldiers around me
I'm not in the NBA, but I be balling on bitches (Ballin')
Gotta carry credit cards, my cash too big for my bridges
Yeah, I came up out the trenches, I don't fuck with no snitches
Niggas stay tripping 'til some of they friends come up missing, Guwop

You ain't never put out on a nigga, then lil' nigga shut up (Bitch)
I just rocked a sold out show, I performed for an hour and then put my gun up (Let's go)
If a lil' nigga try me, it's sundown to gundown, that nigga won't live to see sun up
Fuck your bitch and I tip her a hundind
I show you how to muhfucking come up
If you add up my watch and my wrist and my fist before taxes, I spent a whole hundo
You can go ask Johnny, he love it
Every time he see me, he see money
I pulled up BET with my kids and my baby mama, they like ooh, he be thugging
No, I'm just a real nigga with money
I keep one in the head of that bitch like a bun
I'm too rich, so I just had to switch up my numbers
You playing it's gonna be a murder like YB
I draw down, you'll see blood like it's YG
I done taught every nigga to try me
Some people compare me to Gucci, I drop some new music and caught me a body
And I don't like hanging with bitch ass niggas, you gotta be a dog to sit beside me

(My boy got) One brick, he think he richer than errybody
(My dog got)Two bricks, he think he richer than errybody
(That nigga got) Four bricks, he think he richer than errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Fresh out, he thinking 'bout robbing errybody
Gucci's a murderer, he got dead bodies
Certified, he cook way better than errybody
He's traumatized, he done seen too many dead bodies
I ain't love 'em, 'cause these bitches fucking errybody
I drop my top, I do the dance, I'm stunting on errybody

done

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